Life is shitty but there's always toilet paper...

When someone says Puerto Rican girls the main thought that comes to mind is hot tan body vivacious spirited and fun ladies á la (Insert name here). Now that I am back from Chambana and face the reality of coping with the Disenchanted Island ( is no longer in enchanted) I have been face with many things among them what defines the Puertorrican women.  Right now am pale the sun is doing it for me the beach well I had survive without going to the beach for 5 summers already!!!

Parties?? I am always the one who finds out the day after the even by the host." Oh dear why didn't you come to my party?" Uh... what party?? " Oh , I remember why the hell should I invite you!?!?!" Why the hell do I want to go to your party?? In a place where is way to crowded and smells like  human fluids not mentioning smoke!! I can't handle drunk people gropping me, people who I know will never hit on my while they are sober, buhambug!!!!!! I know I have two left feet still with mis attempts of my aunts,cousins and friends to trying to change at least one of those feet into a right.

Did I mention the hair, I can't handle putting up with gel and blower errr and the acrilyc nails at least I stop bitting them but i transform into an useless dumb shit!!!!!!! Oh and the dubi!!! I had given up on those!! The red dye I know I look great with red hair( reason I won't dye it again is because I often get this damn m'ija now you can say you are from Ireland!!!!!Yeah , I know I look like the little lost elder sister of Mac______.

    Now clothing.... I hate wearing skimpy and tight clothes and minis, don't blame me I think I became used to being covered up ( thnx pop and mom for making me self confident in your own way!!!!!!!!!!!) Right now all I have 3 pairs of jean that are little big for my size ( yes I lost 3 sizes!!! In a year, so that means all the clothes that I have in my closet is way to big, wanna dance in it?!?! Ooops I don't know how to dace!!! ><). And the price for clothing I must say damn Acevedo and the rest of the folks why?!?! At least were I was even with tax the clothing reach those prices not to mention the food!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Why should I pay for 17 oz box almost $5 while in Chambana that box even the generic brand did not reach $3.50 with the 7.5 % tax!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )Well at least the shoes are still cheap ><  referring to sandals!!!

   Did I mention the flirting if there was a class in flirting I will definately flunk it!!! I notice that  even in here and in Champaign!!! I don't know how to maintain the typical Boricua lady walk, I am too intelligent for that and too careless. The men everywhere have this image of the women of my country that every time I say I am from here damnnnn I see in their gaze are you sure??... Is depressing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know even my family is ashame of me!!!!!!!!!!  I will continue to add more!!

AGh! I went through the corn maze today with this military dude who is studying to a be nurse  and another guy who turns out to be majoring in sports management but works for the local goverment. Agh!! What the heck were they thinking it was not a competition??? It was freezing in Rantoul, snowing and guess what we were running and my lungs could not take the cold air!!  Afterward and am still coughing!!It was cool though but running and trying to breath cold air while you still have trouble trying to breath the cold air while walking is not fun. You should had seen them how they stuffed their faces later on that Italian chain restaurant whose name I can recall was the food that bad. jajaja

Well officially we are back to 2hrs difference to Puerto Rico's time. And this reminds me that my study abroad is about to come to an end, sadly enough. Although I had some bad experiences I will never exchange it by staying at the UPR ( which I am beginning to hate to death) and never doing it. It has open my eyes to a new reality outside of the heating cauldron ( heck rough translation from Spanish). Am sad to see this end and specially remembering my experiences at UIUC have been in comparison to the good ones " very bad " although there has been a few good moments of joy and awkwardness which I will never regret it. The bad moments have come to help grow-up and tell the little girl in me to leave and let the adult me to start working hard, but I can't let her go without saying to her good-bye and letting her know that she can come by from time to time. The little child in me has stay not because I wanted to it sort of stay as a shield against the world which unfortunately has shaken the adult in me, what the heck! I am 22 yrs , am suppose to chaos at the same try to see the world and live life itself. Which unfortunately it has not been an easy task due. Ashghsh.

Let me get my Candido and Daria out if you excuse..... hold on...... there they are!! :)